Usual Suspects

Lyrics

[Intro: Mic Geronimo (DMX)] Yeah (Grrr...) Introducin the suspects DMX (Grrr...) Ja Rule, LOX, Khadafi (Grrr...) Mic Geronimo My niggas... [Verse 1: DMX] What's all the noise about? Have some respect, shut the fuck up Drive by—money talkin' shit? Yo, back the truck up Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me And fear is better than respect—y'all niggas hear me? If I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo" Can get from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like DM... to the X I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!" Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" Play with words, verbs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggas is Curs, I get wild So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry I met a lot of enemies and they all like to bang me (What!) Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with holes [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Unh, it ought to be a long time before they touch this here It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mil' a year Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? Nigga? Y'all remember, CMC, '95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely Like so many who passed slowly before me Ja hit 'em precisely (Uh), God just don't make too many like me Inadvertently shittin' on the top 20 Y'all niggas kill me (Hahaha), talkin' like y'all can't be touched See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style chump, nigga, what Think again if you thought if I give a fuck [Verse 3: Jadakiss & Styles P] Yo, yo, yo, it's pitiful, everything's political But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few You know the shit that we be on, the three on "Must be the money" like Deion that we see on Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells Twist Ls, blow chats with the rap cartels Nigga, one nation under gutter (uh-huh) L-O-X style (Yeah), I bring it to your mother Christ, you get iced if you fuck with my brother You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers Uh-huh, yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare My niggas stick together and none of us care We ain't got time for cages, doing ages Thinking of my crew, holding my two razors Locking in, locking out, I play the block Popping up, popping out, I like to shout I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey Now who's to blame, when you bleed? Ain't no answer If it ain't a bullet, then, I'mma die from cancer Puff out till my lungs is gone And nigga, it's a war till the guns is gone, what! [Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, yo, Giuliani showed (Yeah) me that hell's another level Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil Born in this crime I was sworn to do And slaying you fake thugs is performin too I'mma bleed 2-5 till my dying day Spraying a AK till this world decay If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay Cursing they whole life till they old and grey In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics? Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit Nothing nice 'bout a nigga when he doin his bids Coming home to the next man raising your kids To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head Cause niggas is gon' feel it till they cold and dead [Verse 5: Mic Geronimo] Yeah, yeah, now, runnin with five niggas Crimin-al disguised niggas The live niggas, pull a mac, what, (Uh), surprise niggas Holdin my mic stiletto-like, inviting these waterhead brothers To get splashed back, to take it light Slided back when we're 16, Romello, my brother Told me lay it back, aced up and play it mellow Seein how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me with them brothers Who lost playin black De Niro A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris The gorgeous shit, we ballin flawlessly Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me The god, heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form Here I am, if it's on, then it's on If the world is yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me? Hold your head, we about to see, muthafucka [Outro: Mic Geronimo] Yeah Usual Suspects Never suspect niggas Yeah Oh, what, y'all thought I was gone? Never that, it's Vendetta Y'all'll see